Nine years ago I cast my first vote in a general election. I can remember the day so vividly, even still. On a sunny Saturday morning, myself and my friend Janine took a stroll down to the Aro Street polling booth after having decorated our flat with stolen election advertising the previous night.
Mine was one of the votes to bring in Helen Clark and the Labour Party who would reign in New Zealand until today.
This week I cast my fourth vote in a New Zealand election. By fax. Much to the amusement of my colleagues.
And as I lay in bed this morning, with Radio New Zealand streaming live to my duvet, I followed the fall of that party and leader I helped elect all those years ago.
Earlier on this week I woke to a text message at 4am telling me history had been made. The headline on the Metro one day later said it all. 'The day America became a little cool again'. It was a happy day in the office that Wednesday.
And two days ago a nice lady stopped by my house to inform me that I am eligible to vote in this country's general elections too.
How nice. Women can't even vote in Saudi Arabia and I get to vote in two countries.
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